Outrageous! The Useless Fake Young Master Is Being Forcefully Pampered by a Cold Beauty. - Chapter 4

On the balcony of the Lu residence.

“What did you say?”

“It failed.”

“Trash! Useless trash! Didn’t that Chen Hong claim there wasn’t a single person in all of Canglan that he didn’t dare to touch? He can’t even handle this small matter.”

Lu Chen’s face was twisted in a savage expression. He violently hurled his phone off the balcony and kicked a nearby tea table, causing the items on top to clatter to the floor and shatter into pieces.

Lu Yuming, who had heard the commotion from the living room, frowned as he opened the balcony door. He immediately saw Lu Chen in a fit of rage amidst the scattered fragments.

“Auntie Wang, please clean up the balcony.”

By the time Auntie Wang had finished sweeping up the debris, Lu Chen’s fury had mostly subsided. It didn’t matter; it was just bad luck for that bitch Lu Yun this time. He wouldn’t be so lucky next time.

Seeing Lu Chen’s expression soften, Lu Yuming finally spoke, “What’s wrong? Who upset you?”

“Who else could it be? Aside from that bitch Lu Yun, who else is worth getting angry over?” At the mention of Lu Yun, Lu Chen’s face darkened instantly.

Hearing him mention Lu Yun, disgust appeared in Lu Yuming’s eyes. “Did he go to bother you again? I should have known Lu Yun was an ungrateful wretch. The Lu family raised him for eighteen years, yet he bites the hand that feeds him and constantly tries to trouble you. In my eyes, he is simply courting death.”

“Xiao Chen, just focus on your cultivation. Leave Lu Yun to your elder brother.”

With that, Lu Yuming offered a few comforting words to Lu Chen before heading out.

Yun Su, who had just returned home, had no idea that trouble was brewing. He set down his keys, changed into his slippers, and washed his hands before heading to the kitchen to look for food. After searching for a while, he only found a piece of leftover bread.

Yun Su didn’t mind. He picked it up and took a bite, his eyes scanning the three-bedroom, one-living-room, kitchen, and bathroom apartment. It wasn’t very large, only about 120 square meters. After wandering through every room and finishing the half-piece of bread, his empty stomach finally felt less uncomfortable.

Checking the time, he realized Yun Ran should have left for school already. Yun Ran was only ten years old this year, currently in the fifth grade of primary school. After resting for a while, Yun Su headed out.

Sensing the faint spiritual energy between heaven and earth, Yun Su sighed. In this place called Earth, the spiritual energy was so thin it was beyond his imagination. In such an environment, unless one could find a blessed land of grotto-heavens, it would be extremely difficult to cultivate immortality with such sparse energy. He wondered if there were any other cultivators in this world.

After searching for two hours, Yun Su finally found a location with relatively dense spiritual energy.

“Bibo Lake? It certainly lives up to its name.”

The lake water rippled, sparkling like emerald jade. Both banks reflected a ten-mile gallery of scenery, breathtakingly beautiful. Bibo Lake was a key natural environmental protection area in Canglan City. Not only was the environment beautiful, but the entire city’s premier villa complex, Jinxiu Villa, was situated right next to it.

The mountains near Bibo Lake almost entirely belonged to Jinxiu Villa, which was why the villas there cost tens of millions. The people living inside were mostly high-ranking officials and wealthy nobles. Even a family like the Lus could only afford one of the villas on the outskirts of the estate. Buying a villa in Jinxiu Villa required more than just money; the Lu family was merely a top-tier wealthy family, incomparable to the true top-tier elites involved in politics and military affairs. Because of this, very few ordinary people came here; those who did were usually wealthy or powerful.

Yun Su knew this so clearly thanks to the Lu family if they hadn’t lived there, he wouldn’t have known so much.

Scanning his surroundings, Yun Su found a secluded spot. He sat down upright, palms facing upward, forming a posture to gather his energy. In his past life, he was the Demon Emperor and the Lord of the Demon Realm, so he naturally practiced demon cultivation techniques. However, in this life, his body was human, so he could not use the techniques from his past life.

A new life was born into the Vermillion Bird clan only once every hundred years. Since birth, the mission of the Vermillion Bird clan was to protect the weak human race. Unfortunately, a million years ago, when humans sought immortality, they used the soul of the Vermillion Bird clan as a guide and their flesh as an offering, using forbidden arts to transform into spiritual roots so that ordinary people could step onto the path of immortality and thus, the Vermillion Bird clan vanished.

However, that had little to do with him. He was different from the Vermillion Birds of a million years ago; he was born of heaven and earth, formed from the last wisp of chaos in the world, though he was indebted to the grace of the Vermillion Bird clan.

In his past life, all the Mahayana and Tribulation-stage cultivators possessed, to some degree, a trace of Vermillion Bird bloodline. This resulted in them showing great tolerance toward Yun Su, the only Vermillion Bird on the Cangyuan Continent. When Yun Su had just broken his shell, he had visited almost every famous sect. Those old men were often stomped in anger by Yun Su, but back then, Yun Su was just a little toddler running around bare-bottomed. Furthermore, after a million years, the grudges between the Vermillion Bird clan and the human race had long been forgotten; only the ancestors of some sects remembered the matter.

The events of a million years ago were the “cause,” and naturally, Yun Su was the “effect.”

Because Yun Su was born of heaven and earth, he could not awaken his inheritance like an ordinary Vermillion Bird. If he wanted to cultivate, he naturally had to find techniques that suited him, and those large sects were the most suitable places. As time passed over a million years, the human and demon races on the Cangyuan Continent were no longer irreconcilable. Many large sects recruited demon disciples and naturally archived many demon cultivation techniques. The technique Yun Su had cultivated in his past life was one acquired from the Xuantian Sect, the number-one sect on the Cangyuan Continent.

Come to think of it, he missed the old man Qi Chen from the Xuantian Sect. According to human custom, the old man Qi Chen was his master, though he had never admitted it. Yun Su had memorized so many techniques that he couldn’t use as a demon in his past life; they were exactly what he needed now.

As time passed, wisps of invisible spiritual energy molecules gathered toward Yun Su from heaven and earth, entering his body and circulating through his meridians, finally settling into his Dantian. If a cultivator were here, they would see the vortex of spiritual energy forming around Yun Su, producing a subtle resonance with the surrounding world with every breath he took.

To cultivate immortality, the first step was to guide energy into the body to enter the Qi Refining stage, which was divided into twelve levels. Refining Qi, as the name suggested, was the process of condensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Upon reaching the twelfth level of Qi Refining, one could strike at Foundation Establishment. Foundation Establishment opened up the “Purple Mansion,” also known as the Dantian, a place to store spiritual energy. Only by entering the Foundation Establishment stage could one be considered to have truly stepped onto the path of immortality.

As time flowed on, the moon grew bright and the stars sparse.

Opening his eyes, a glimmer of spiritual light flickered in the depths of Yun Su’s pupils. “Level Two Qi Refining.”

Yun Su sighed, “At this speed, who knows how long it will take to reach the Foundation Establishment stage?”

However, Yun Su soon felt relieved. Given the thin spiritual energy of this world, achieving Level Two Qi Refining in one day was quite impressive. At the very least, he no longer had to worry about running out of breath after fighting those mercenaries for a few minutes.

He had not gone unnoticed while cultivating, but when passersby saw his posture, they assumed he was a lunatic or a crazy person and steered clear of him. This saved Yun Su a lot of trouble.

Yun Su stood up and dusted off his pants. “It’s already this late. I must go back quickly. Yun Ran is still at home waiting for me to cook!”

Leaving Bibo Lake, Yun Su looked at the empty road, which lacked even a ghost, let alone a vehicle. “How am I supposed to get back?”

Just when Yun Su was at a loss, a low-key black Lamborghini drove out of Jinxiu Villa. Hearing the sound, Yun Su turned around. The intense headlights shone on him, causing him to instinctively squint and shield his eyes with his hand.

Inside the car, the young woman who noticed the vehicle stopping frowned, displeased. “Uncle Zhang, why have we stopped?”

“Miss, there is a youth blocking the road ahead.”

“Get out and tell him to move. Our business cannot be delayed,” the girl said impatiently.

“Yes, Miss.”

Uncle Zhang opened the door, stepped out, and walked toward Yun Su. He glanced at Yun Su, saw his cheap clothing, and a look of disdain instantly flashed in his eyes.

“Brat, do you know you’re blocking the road?”

Yun Su looked at the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared, looking down his nose at him with disdain, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

“Why? Did you build this road? Are you not letting people walk on it?”

He was not an unreasonable person. If this idiot had used a better tone, he wouldn’t have minded moving aside to let them pass. But this idiot insisted on speaking to him with a high-and-mighty, arrogant attitude, which really annoyed him. Furthermore, the road was wide; the other party could easily have passed by him.